The Distant Nightmare

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The old quarter of Istanbul moves like a body that has forgotten how to sleep, the streets packed with the weight of history and the noise of commerce. It is a city of stone and water, where the Bosphorus cuts the land in two and the fog rolls in thick as wool, swallowing the minarets one by one. I am Ali Ozkan, and I have nine fingers, a fact that the city seems to remember better than I do....

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